It isn’t a proper film, not like The Little Mermaid, or Beauty and the Beast. There’s no story. there’s just a man and a woman doing boring grown-up things: cooking and eating, hoovering and dusting, washing and ironing, talking, watching television.

The lady is very pretty, she always wears her hair the same way and an apron over her skirt, like a mom in America. The man has a moustache. It makes him look funny. His hair is thick and brown, and he wears checked shirts. He smiles a lot. The lady looks at the camera when she smiles and then it’s like she’s smiling at her.

The little girl begins to watch the film all the time. Even when she’s eating, even when the woman comes to check on her, or give her medicine, she doesn’t take her eyes off the lady on her wall.

She begins to think that this woman, if she knew what was happening to her, might come to save her. She begins to think that this woman might be her hero, or her angel.

She begins to love her.